Time, where did you go? Why did you leave me here alone? Wait! Don’t go so fast. I’m missing the moments as they pass.

Like a fleeting dream, you slip through my fingers, leaving me yearning for the past that lingers. Moments once held, now memories in flight, I reach out to grasp them, with all my might.

The laughter, the tears, the love that we shared, now scattered like whispers, in the cool, night air. Oh, time, slow down, let me savor each day, before they all fade and slowly slip away.

In the rush of life, I long for your embrace, to linger in each moment, to feel their grace. For in the stillness of time, I find my solace, a chance to breathe, to cherish, to embrace.

So, time, won’t you pause and let me find my way, to hold onto the present, before it turns to yesterday? Let me weave my story, in the fabric of the now, before you carry me onward, and I wonder, “How?”

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer